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Updated: May 11, 2025
I was separated from my space buddies two days ago." "Say, Helia," suddenly called one of the other men, "he sounds like a Venusian." "Is that true?" asked the leader. "Are you from Venus?" Astro nodded. "Venusport." "Then why are you in Space Academy?" "I want to be a spaceman." "Why didn't you go to school on Venus, instead of Earth. We have good space schools here."
Jasper Weeks, the small wiper from the engine room detail, the third generation Venusian colonist whom the more vocal members of the Queen's complement were apt to forget upon occasion, seeing all eyes upon him, spoke though his voice was hardly above a hoarse whisper. "Cedar lacquel bark forsh weed " "Cinnamon," Mura added to the list. "Imported in small quantities " "Naturally!
"Since when does a referee take sides? Leave him alone! If he doesn't come out for the next round, you have to count him out!" The big Venusian straightened and walked menacingly toward Roger's corner. "You hit him after I called time," he growled. "So I have to take you on too, huh?" Roger jumped to his feet. "All right come on, you big blast of space gas!" "Wait, Astro ... wait!"
With a hamlike hand Astro suddenly grabbed for Roger's neck, but the wiry cadet dashed along the slidewalk out of reach and the big Venusian rumbled after him. Tom roared with laughter.
After a pleasant exchange about crops and problems of farming on Venus, the gruff spaceman squared his back and stared straight at his host. "Mr. James, the Solar Delegate, told me you've resisted pressure to join the Venusian Nationalists." Sinclair's expression changed slightly. His eyebrows lifting quizzically. "Why yes, that's true."
And the other party would have to wait until he found an opening." "What!" exclaimed Connel, turning to look at Barret. "What is the meaning of this, Barret?" "Why, that knuckle-headed baboon!" yelled Barret. "Sure, I made a transspace call to Venusport to the Venusian Atomic By-Products Corporation." "What was the call about?" demanded Connel.
Tom Corbett shuffled uncomfortably, embarrassed at the rebuke Strong had just suffered from Walters. It was not like the commander to flare up so quickly. The situation on Titan must be extremely serious. He and Astro ducked out of the room quickly. "Come on, Astro," muttered the young cadet. "Let's get a bite to eat. I'm starved." "I was," said the giant Venusian. "But I lost my appetite."
This alert is to be transmitted to all local authorities." Tom snapped the switch off and silently watched the glowing audio tubes darken. He turned to one side and saw Astro. The big Venusian was seated on a desk, slumped over, his head held in his massive hands. "You know," said Astro slowly, "I could take that guy Manning and break him in two for running out!" Tom didn't answer.
Secretly Smith hoped he might find an agent who also was an engineer. He had this in mind all the while he was repeating the Venusian formula, the sequence of thought-images which was necessary to bring on the required state of mind. The formula had the effect of closing his mind to all save telepathic energy, and opening wide the channels through which it controlled the brain.
"How is it," he said in English, "that you are a native-born Venusian and do not speak the language of your planet?" "I was an orphan. I had very little formal education," said Astro. "And as long as we're asking questions around here, how about my asking a few? Who in space are you? What's the idea of holding me a prisoner?"
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